Mic Jack

Big Boi

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    Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
    'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi like the Hollywood dough
    Everything big, no comin' up short
    Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
    The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
    That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
    She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
    Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass
    I build a bear before I build a bitch
    I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick
    With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
    Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
    I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
    And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
    Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
    Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on

    You're hotter than July (super hot)
    Super colder than December (so cold)
    You got me dancin'
    The dancefloor tells no lies
    Give them something to remember
    You got me dancin'
    Please don't stop movin' your feet
    While the music's hot on that ecstacy
    We can dance all night, till we both get weak
    Come on, come on

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    Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
    Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
    We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
    And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
    I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
    I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
    Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
    I used to have a bench full of bitches but didn't need 'em
    But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
    ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
    From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
    Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
    But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
    To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
    What is you drinkin', or better yet
    Do you really know the meaning of life or are you sleeping

    You're hotter than July (super hot)
    Super colder than December (so cold)
    You got me dancin'
    The dancefloor tells no lies
    Give them something to remember
    You got me dancin'
    You're hotter than July (super hot)
    Super colder than December (so cold)
    You got me dancin'
    The dancefloor tells no lies
    Give them something to remember
    You got me dancin'
    Please don't stop movin' your feet (you got me dancin')
    We can dance all night, till we both get weak, come on
    (You got me dancin')
    Morning, we don't stop till the morning
    We don't stop, keep it going
    We gonna see it through
    And the rest is up to you

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    Composición: Adam Levine y Antwan Patton

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